A Court Of Flowers And Shadows {Azriel Shadowsinger}

Chapter Eighteen

Amara would never admit it but she'd grown quite attached to the poor little human girl. I mean, how could she not? There had been so many late nights of conversations, so many trips to the gardens so she could show Feyre that Fae magic wasn't as bad as she'd been told, and so many different times that Feyre had asked her opinion on her art work. It was hard to spend so much time with someone and not get attached. She was surprised that Tamlin had managed to get as attached as he had since the two hadn't spent all that much time together.

Apparently the only love that had boundaries was her own.

There wasn't much that had to be done in the way of packing Feyre's things. Amara and Lucien hadn't been able to sleep so they'd organised the travel and all of the things that Feyre would be taking back with her so that they could keep up the ruse of her having been away with a sick aunt. They hadn't spoken while they'd set up the carriage and they didn't disturb Feyre and Tamlin, who had spent the night with Feyre in her bed.

They both knew what the other was thinking though. In fact, it was probably what everybody in the court apart from Feyre was currently thinking. They were thinking about three words that when separate didn't have much impact, but that said together could quite literally save lives. They were thinking about a human girl and a fae High Lord who hadn't started on the best terms but who had slowly started to warm up to each other. They were thinking about a deadline that would probably ruin their lives at this rate. A deadline that was so close.

They were thinking that maybe she'll say it when she leaves.

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The sun rose lazily that morning, almost as if it was any other day in the Spring Court. Almost like it wasn't the day that their lives could be over with the sound of a carriage door being closed.

All Amara could think about was whether or not Feyre was finally going to say it. She knew Tamlin would if he hadn't already. He wouldn't want her to leave without telling her how he felt. Tamlin may be different to the brother that Amara once knew ever since he became High Lord, but there were still so many parts to him that she knew all too well. How he reacted to the women he loved was one of them.

Yes, he had only started courting Feyre because of this stupid curse but that didn't mean that he hadn't fallen in love with her. That was the issue with love. It struck you in the weirdest situations and at the weirdest times. Hopefully, it had just so happened to strike Feyre as well and she was ready to say it. She needed to be ready to say it.

Amara smiled sadly at Feyre when she saw her leave her bedroom for the last time. The two embraced and Amara rubbed the mortal girl's back gently.

"I don't particularly like goodbyes," Feyre admitted quietly which made Amara chuckle.

"Well, I have taken to saying 'see you soon' instead of goodbye. Has an air of mystery about it," Amara said with a shrug, pulling away and fixing a small piece of Feyre's hair. "Your outfit is absolutely dreadful though. I'm surprised we even had anything like it in the house."

"Apparently it used to be yours," Feyre told her with a shrug.

"Wait seriously? I don't even remember wearing it. Guess it's a good thing we still had them then. If I'd known I had it then I would have burnt it to a crisp," she said softly as she looked over at Feyre, trying to lighten the mood just a little. She then sighed softly and gave Feyre a small, sad smile. "See you soon, Feyre."

"See you soon, Amara."